I’ve been unhappy lately, thinkin’ about the bad things to come,
And I grieve that it could be—something bad has begun.

Oh, I’ve been cryin’ lately, screaming about the races run,
And I believe it could be, a new world of mon-.
ey. This may be edgy snarkness: these guys will fleece, gain,
Mo’ fleece, gain take this country to a world of increased pain.

So I’ve been writing lately thinkin’ about the bad things to come,
And I grieve that quite likely—something bad has begun.

They fleece, gain, those in power—
I fear the fleece gain.
Coming of fleece, gain,
New fleece, gain dough-steal rollers.

Every one of them will fleece, gain—
Coming, new fleece gain.

Got their gang together—bad people in this crew,
And it’s getting clearer: soon we’re all gonna rue.

Old fleece, gain clowns in power;
I fear new fleece, gain.
Coming more fleece, gain.

Now, how soon till they’re thieving, and you find their mark’s you?
Soon it will be clearer: goon crews are nothing new.

Oh, fleece train gaining power—
Ride on the fleece train;
They’re now on fleece train.

Now they’ll be ridin’, wait ’n’ see, slinkin’ about, out to pocket-pick.
Their “conservative” rating was just a crock of sh!t.

They’re now there, and we’re their marks, yes. A buy-’em fleece train.
Oh, fleece train take this country off the rails while they gain.

So, fleece-gain clowns in power—
Ride high and fleece, gain,
They’re out to fleece, gain,
Yes, fleece, gain, dough-steal rollers.

All their buddies jump on and fleece, gain.